Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Ron said truthfully that it took him a lot of effort to get these things out of the hole.

"Who dares to throw away the most important inheritance of the Black family?!"

Phineas usually stayed in the portrait at the Ministry of Magic or in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts. He had no idea what exactly happened in his own home, but he was obviously very angry now, and the nose in the portrait became crooked.

Harry pushed the door open from the next room, only to hear him explain: "I seemed to have heard Sirius say that he threw away a bunch of 'useless' things."

"This loser! How could the Black family produce such a jerk?!"

Fortunately, Phineas is dead, otherwise Sirius would have made him develop high blood pressure.

If you look down on this family, you can just get out and never come back. You broke off relations with your family with a solemn oath, saying that you would never come back to this family. However, you were imprisoned in Azkaban for more than ten years and found yourself homeless when you were released. Then you shamelessly ran back to the old Black house and threw away the family's "inheritance" as garbage. What does that mean?

"Dursley!"

Phineas shouted loudly, and he seemed to have made up his mind and said, "Put on that ring, and from now on you are the head of the Black family."

"Uh"

Dudley was full of questions, not knowing what the old man was thinking. "Old Mr. Black, Sirius is the legitimate heir of the Black family. The portrait cannot change the heir's opinion, even if you are the ancestor of the Black family."

"And he's given it all to Harry."

"That bastard has no right to inherit this!"

Phineas roared, he had never felt so angry.

"Don't you think highly of the Black family's wealth?"

"Well, I don't like it."

He really doesn't care about the old house. The old castle built next to Potter's old house has a much better environment than here. As for the dark magic items, he doesn't care much about them. The magic items he made are not better than this?

The only things in the Black family that he cared about were the books in the study. Unfortunately, most of them were damaged, and it would take a lot of effort and money to restore them all.

"The Black family has money, lots and lots of money, all in Gringotts. I know where the key is. As long as you agree, it's all yours."

Phineas tried to tempt with money.

In his opinion, no one can resist the charm of money. This is indeed the case, but he has chosen the wrong target.

You actually want to use money to attack Dudley?

Draco interrupted, "How does the Black family's wealth compare to the Malfoys'?"

"The Blacks used to be richer than the Malfoys!"

Phineas said angrily. He got angry whenever this matter was mentioned. It was all because of those unfilial descendants who ruined their family. Once upon a time, their Black family was the richest.

What Malfoy, can only be ranked second.

"The richest Malfoy is a thing of the past. Brother D is now richer than our family."

Phineas was silent.

This student who hasn't graduated yet is actually more outstanding than he had imagined.

"The inheritance of the Black family cannot be cut off in the hands of that unworthy descendant!"

He finally said hoarsely.

"Actually, Harry is not bad. Giving him Sirius won't tarnish the reputation of the Black family."

The Potter family is also an ancient pure-blood family, and it does not disgrace the reputation of the Black family, but Phineas was still angry when he thought that it was given by that unworthy descendant.

"What is this? Is it also a treasure of the Black family?"

Draco picked up the souvenir box that Ron had dropped on the ground.

He tried to open the box, but was surprised to find that he couldn't open it. Although he was not as strong as Harry and Neville, he was still very strong.

"I don't know. I've never seen it before."

Phineas muttered quietly.

"Don't touch that!"

There was a scream outside the door, and Kreacher appeared in front of Draco in an instant, snatched the box away, and held it tightly in his arms.

"You are a bunch of disgusting, despicable thieves who are more annoying than sewer maggots!"

That unique curse sounded.

"Hey, you said we were thieves?"

"Didn't Sirius throw this away?"

Ron tried to snatch the box, but Kreacher used a small-range Apparition to dodge him. This was the magic that house-elves were best at.

"That was something Master Regulus gave me before he died. No one has the right to touch it!"

Kreacher snapped.

"Wait, you said Regulus died? How did he die?"

Phineas suddenly became excited.

Compared to Sirius, both Mrs. Black and Phineas felt that Regulus was the most suitable heir to the Black family.

But he suddenly disappeared that year and no one knew where he went.

No one expected that the house-elf in the house actually knew the truth.

"Kreacher promised Master Regulus that he couldn't tell! Kreacher disobeyed his orders!"

Kreacher banged his head against the floor like a madman.

"Damn it! Damn Kreacher!"

In just one move, a large amount of blood appeared on the head.

"Stop!"

A spell hit Kreacher, causing him to stop his self-harming behavior.

"Kreacher, tell me everything you know about Regulus!"

Phineas' breathing became rapid. He wanted to know the cause of death of the direct descendant of the Black family.

Upon hearing this, the other people were about to leave the room at this time. After all, it was the Black family's business, and it was best not to know too much unless it was necessary. However, Kreacher's first words made them sit back.

"When he was 16, Master Regulus joined the Dark Lord's group. One year later, he returned home in a hurry. He saw Kreacher and told Kreacher that the Dark Lord needed a house-elf. Master Regulus recommended Kreacher."

Chapter 355: Isn't it just soul reading? Who doesn't know how to do it?

As Kreacher told his sometimes crazy and sometimes excited narration, Regulus' experiences over the years surfaced one by one.

Master Ray Regulus pulled a box similar to the Dark Lord's from his pocket.

"He told Kreacher to keep it, and once the basin was empty, to replace it with the box."

"He also ordered Kreacher to leave him. He also told Kreacher not to tell his mistress what he had done when he got home and to destroy the box. He drank all the poison, and Kreacher replaced the box while watching Master Regulus being dragged under the water."

After hearing this, everyone was unable to calm down for a long time, and the only sound in the room was Kreacher's sobbing.

"Dark Lord!"

After a long moment, Phineas's roar echoed throughout the room.

Before this, he always felt that Voldemort and the Death Eaters had little to do with them. He even thought that Voldemort's idea of ​​bloodline supremacy was very good. But now the heir of the Black family died because of him.

Then Voldemort is the enemy!

"Regulus is doing this for Kreacher? It's hard to imagine that as a pure-blood wizard, he would actually become an enemy of Senior Tom for the sake of a house-elf."

Draco's tone was full of surprise. He couldn't quite understand Regulus' behavior.

Voldemort's true identity was no secret among the disciplinary team.

Therefore, for Voldemort, who is committed to erasing his past, all members of the disciplinary team are on the kill list.

"Maybe to Regulus, Kreacher is his family."

"He admired Senior Tom, so he recommended his family, but Senior Tom hurt his family and even treated them as worthless."

Hermione wiped the tears from her eyes, her voice firm and powerful.

"Why can't you catch a serious criminal and drink it yourself? Why give such an important matter to a house elf and sacrifice yourself in vain?"

Draco thought to himself that although Regulus's behavior was great, it was a little stupid in his opinion, but he didn't dare to say it out loud in the end.

The emotional thinking of a witch and the rational thinking of a wizard are not on the same point.

In short, Regulus's incident made them all sigh.

"He's a hero, a true hero."

Dudley concluded, and then he turned his gaze to Kreacher.

"The fact that Senior Tom values ​​this locket so much only shows that it is very precious."

"So what is its origin?"

His words reminded everyone that Voldemort would not do anything in vain. He attached so much importance to this box that he even set up many mechanisms to protect it. So what was the box or what was inside the box?

This time Dudley didn't give an answer, but waited quietly for others.

"I remember that Senior Tom once gave a diary to Draco, your father. Later, this diary was destroyed by Brother D. It was a dark magic item."

Harry lived up to everyone's expectations and was the first to speak. He was always reliable at critical moments.

"Yes, it carries the memory of Senior Tom when he was 16 years old."

"So could this thing be the same thing?"

Thinking of this, Harry took out his wand and tapped the commemorative box twice.

"I command you to reveal your secrets."

This is an identification technique often used by wizards. In the original novel, Snape once used it on the Marauder's Map, although he was ridiculed by the Marauder's Map.

The memorial box did not respond at all. It was like a normal dead object.

"Kreacher said Regulus told him to destroy the box, so we might as well just destroy it."

Ron suggested, and he took out his wand and pointed it at the box.

The spell had no effect on the box, but instead a piece of wooden floor fragment bounced up and almost disfigured Ron.

Harry and Draco also came over and tried a few spells, but neither dark magic nor other spells had any effect on the box.

"It's useless. Kreacher tried countless methods, but he couldn't cause any damage to the box."

Kreacher said sadly, still immersed in the memories of Regulus, and even forgot to curse.

"Dursley, do you know what that is?"

Phineas said quietly, looking at Dudley who was silent beside him.

Dudley nodded.

Phineas immediately asked after hearing this.

Dudley did not answer him directly, but said softly: "Dear former former headmaster, do you know how wizards can live forever?"

"It's the former former former headmaster!" Phineas corrected him, and then he said, "Let me think about it. The Philosopher's Stone? But the immortality of that thing has side effects. Unicorn blood? Drinking cursed blood can also prolong life, but people will become neither human nor ghost. But these things have nothing to do with the box."

"In fact, there is another way to achieve immortality. It is a very evil magic. Even if you die, you can be resurrected in another form."

"Do you know anything about Horcruxes?"

As Dudley said this, the temperature around him seemed to drop by several degrees.

Phineas exclaimed after a very brief moment of daze.

"The Dark Lord created Horcruxes?!"

This statement attracted everyone present.

The pendant box that had been lying quietly on the ground without any response finally showed a hint of reaction.

'I need to find the easiest guy to control and take me away.'

"It's dangerous here."